Namaste.
India greeted me with open, humid arms this morning. After a tumultuous flight from London to Mumbai, I was so excited to find my program coordinator and make my way from Mumbai to Malavli!
Mumbai, the city that never sleeps, is always in motion. If it is not an autorickshaw spilling over with passengers, it's a packed city bus reeling through the streets. The air is filled with honking, and the chatter of the city is an absolute uproar.
Malavli, a small town situated between Mumbai and Lonavla, is where many of the city people keep their vacation homes, as it is quieter and cooler than the cities themselves. The dirt here is just the same, but there are few crowds except by the train station.
In any case, this was Monday's post that was never posted due to a loss of connectivity. I'll be catching up shortly, but to appease the need for posts today, I'll leave you with a photo that sums up my feelings:
India greeted me with open, humid arms this morning. After a tumultuous flight from London to Mumbai, I was so excited to find my program coordinator and make my way from Mumbai to Malavli!
Mumbai, the city that never sleeps, is always in motion. If it is not an autorickshaw spilling over with passengers, it's a packed city bus reeling through the streets. The air is filled with honking, and the chatter of the city is an absolute uproar.
Malavli, a small town situated between Mumbai and Lonavla, is where many of the city people keep their vacation homes, as it is quieter and cooler than the cities themselves. The dirt here is just the same, but there are few crowds except by the train station.
In any case, this was Monday's post that was never posted due to a loss of connectivity. I'll be catching up shortly, but to appease the need for posts today, I'll leave you with a photo that sums up my feelings:
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